From one extreme to the other. Firstly it was a wet, miserable London to a deliciously warm and sunny 45C in Melbourne in January; this month I left the tropical temps of Koh Samui for a freak blizzard back home. And I'm not amused. I love 'proper' winters, with sunshine and snow - enough snow to ski on, chalets that serve hot wine and even hotter pots of yumminess. But the odd inch of the white stuff that serves no purpose other than causing utter travel chaos...less pleased